Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
The Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.